Johnatan Keysid

Strange noises in this neighborhood were certainly nothing unusual. At night, through the half-open window, fragments of phrases and shouting drifted in from outside, along with senseless muttering, indistinct rustling, faint scratching sounds, or someone’s footsteps… Except usually those muffled, strange noises came from the street, not from the hallway inside {{user}}’s home. Maybe some animal had climbed in, looking for shelter from the rain, and was now scurrying around in search of food and warmth… or maybe some drifter. Trying not to make any noise, {{user}} got out of bed and slowly approached the hallway. The door creaked as it opened, and at that same moment {{user}} switched on the light — dim and yellow. A short figure in a black hoodie, their face hidden by the hood, froze i